I can see experience bars after being transported to another world.

The moment the flames licked the city wall, the dark red flesh emitted a sharp sizzling sound. The surface was charred and curled, peeling off in large pieces and falling to the ground, emitting black smoke and an extremely unpleasant smell.

The bronze wall surface turned a dark reddish-brown under the high temperature, and the patterns of the inscriptions not only did not deform in the flames, but also seemed to recover.

The Great Ascended One looked at the inscription regaining its luster and nodded in satisfaction.

It seems that fire is still the most effective.

The thick nozzle swept slowly from side to side, and the pillar of fire moved with it, scorching the city wall from top to bottom.

Where the fire had burned, the flesh and blood were indeed burned away, revealing the red-hot bronze underneath.

The Ascended One stared at the burned-out wall, his silver-gray pupils narrowing slightly.

On the still-warm wall, new flesh and blood had already seeped out from the bottom.

The seepage rate wasn't fast, but it was visible to the naked eye.

Thin, dark red filaments emerged from the gaps in the inscription's lines, spreading outwards in strands, like a wildly growing plant.

This stuff can be continuously replenished from underground. At this rate, no matter how much is burned, it won't solve the problem at its root.

The Great Ascendant did not stop the flamethrower.

If we can hold them off on our side, then theoretically the other four sides of the city wall should be able to as well.

A few dozen steps away from the city wall was a temporary outpost.

On a simple folding iron table were several sealed glass containers, each containing a piece of flesh the size of a fist.

The thing was dark red all over, with a layer of sticky luster on its surface, and it slowly crawled against the glass wall.

These pieces were cut off by the Great Ascended One when it fought a special entity underground.

Two researchers from the Ascension Society squatted by the table. One used a thin needle to probe into the container through a small hole in the wall, while the other held a stack of recording papers, writing and stopping intermittently.

The Ascended One turned his head, his silver-gray pupils sweeping over the area. "Any results?"

The one holding the needle looked up, his lips moved, and his expression was not good.

"Preliminary results aren't in yet, but the situation is probably not good. This thing can even stick to this kind of specially made glass, which means it can stick to most metals."

"Leaving aside corrosion, its ability to move alone makes it virtually omnipotent, capable of going to heaven and earth."

"The liquid we use to soak it is almost useless against it. Even after being separated from its body, it lives perfectly well and isn't afraid of water at all. I don't even want to imagine what would happen if we threw it into the sea."

The researchers were quite talkative, rambling on and on.

The Ascended One clicked his tongue, a rare hint of annoyance on his face, and turned his gaze back to the city wall.

Let's put all that aside for now and hope the situation stabilizes soon. The mission the Ascension Society assigned him is not yet complete.

Just then, the flesh and blood on the city wall suddenly accelerated.

The pupils of the ascendant suddenly contracted.

The dark red, thread-like substances that were just emerging in thin strands suddenly thickened several times over and spread wildly across the walls.

The bronze that had just been baked by the flames was instantly covered with a thin, bright red film.

The jets of fire from the jets were still licking the wall, but the unparalleled heat meant that the purification speed couldn't keep up with the spread.

That's impossible. This thing actually has adaptability?

The Ascended One turned his head to look around. In the distance, danger signals from the Ascended Ones were flashing on the city wall, indicating that the same situation had occurred there as well.

He looked again at the southern section of the city wall in front of him, his silver-gray pupils reflecting a surging dark red.

For the first time, fear appeared on the face of the Great Ascendant.

His silver-gray pupils dilated slightly, and the stiff mechanical panel emitted a faint clicking sound.

The flesh and blood were spreading wildly at a rate he hadn't anticipated, and it seemed to have an extremely strong ability to adapt to the environment.

This is something he can no longer afford to mess with, at least not now.

The city walls, which could have held out for three days, will, at the current rate, turn into a hell covered in blood and flesh in just one day at most.

For everyone in the city, there is only one ending.

The Great Ascendant did not hesitate for a moment.

"Everyone evacuate to the outer city. Pack all your belongings immediately and be prepared to leave at any time." His voice came from the mechanical chest cavity, much heavier than before.

Scholars pay particular attention to the words "now," "immediately," and "right away."

The born ones had not received orders to evacuate and continued to operate the jet propulsion devices, with pillars of fire sweeping across the city walls again and again, filling the air with black smoke and the stench of burning.

The rest of the men immediately gathered their weapons and retreated towards the outer city.

The Great Ascended One stood in the thick smoke, his silver-gray pupils fixed on the city wall that was being devoured by flesh and blood.

The inner city wall is three meters wide. If the entire wall were to be swallowed up by flesh and blood from the outside in, what would be used to destroy it, and what would be used to resist it?

Even this alchemical flame can only barely suppress its spread now.

The Great Ascended Ones have already foreseen the fate of the Bronze City.

Inside the Tower of Learning, the air at the bottom of the main tower suddenly became heavy.

The guardian sat on the stone chair, his cloudy eyes suddenly widening.

A dark aura suddenly surged from his waist down, and the few remaining black eyes all turned in the same direction, towards the ground.

The malevolent energy emanating from underground suddenly intensified several times over, and the walls of the Bronze City were being rapidly eroded, at a speed far exceeding previous estimates.

The erosion, which was originally a slow infiltration, has now become extremely violent.

Something sealed underground has been angered and is about to emerge.

A head slowly emerged from the air in front of him.

It was the face conjured by the person on the wall, suspended in mid-air, with an eerie gleam in its dark eye sockets.

It stared at the guardian, remained silent for a few moments, and then slowly spoke, its voice carrying an indescribable urgency.

"Join forces with me. Otherwise, neither of us can leave this place."

The guard did not answer.

His aura was gradually rising, and a dark power spread from his waist down to his chest. One after another, black eyeballs emerged, more than twice as many as before.

The old man straightened his back, his full head of white hair swaying gently in the surging energy.

He was already making preparations to take action.

The west wall was the first to fall.

The Ascended Ones concentrated their firepower on the southern section, leaving the western section under insufficient suppression, which was the first to fall.

When the Great Ascendant received the message, the entire city wall had already been transformed into flesh and blood.

The walls, originally made of bronze and stone, have completely disappeared, turning into a living wall of flesh.

A large amount of blood and tissue were twisted together, and the dark red surface was constantly writhing. On the wall, disgusting fleshy eyes bulged out, without pupils, just the appearance, slowly rotating inside the wall, constantly oozing foul-smelling mucus.

All the born and Night's Watchmen who guarded the Western Wall have perished.

The moment the flesh and blood transformation was achieved, everyone nearby froze in place.

The walls, now made of flesh and blood, stretched out long, thin arms that reached out from within the walls and grabbed all the frozen newborns and Night Watchmen.

They were still alive when they were embedded in the wall, but they could no longer make a sound.

Their bodies were mutating at a visible speed; the flesh and blood inside the walls pierced their bones, tore through their skin, and seeped in all the way.

Those people, still conscious, their faces contorted, endured inhuman suffering before dying little by little, their bodies becoming completely embedded in their flesh and blood.

In the end, even the people disappeared, leaving only painful and distorted faces on the walls.

They seem to be still alive, being gradually transformed into giant ghouls.

New individuals took shape inside the wall, but they were not released immediately. Instead, they slowly merged into the deeper part of the city wall, becoming part of the flesh and blood.

The other newborns were still mechanically operating instruments, scorching the city walls that had not yet fallen before them.

But their movements were noticeably faster, and the rhythm of their hands carried an uncontrollable urgency.

Just then, there was a new movement on the wall of flesh and blood.

Inside the west wall, which was completely covered in flesh and blood, something was pushing outwards from the inside.

One bulge appeared on the wall, then another, and several more appeared in succession.

The bulges grew larger and larger, stretching the flesh on the surface until it was extremely thin, and the outline of some kind of human figure could be vaguely seen underneath.

The first package burst open, and a figure emerged from the flesh and blood, covered in slime, and landed at the foot of the city wall with a sizzling sound.

The thing stood upright, about the height of a human, with all four limbs, but its face had no features, only a thin line running horizontally across its face, from the base of its left ear to the base of its right ear. A horizontal line.

Following closely behind, the second, third, and fourth emerged one after another from the wall of flesh and blood.

Covered in slime, with the same horizontal line on its face, it stood quietly at the foot of the city wall.

They did not head towards the outer city.

Several pairs of horizontally shaped eyes simultaneously turned towards the depths of the inner city, landing on that tall tower.

The Pagoda of Learning stood silently in the night, its remaining inscriptions still gleaming with a faint light.

Their gazes then swept over the mansions and houses on the street in front of the tower.

The next moment, several figures vanished from their original positions.

Nothing was left on the street except the writhing walls and a few puddles of sizzling slime.